Naked in School: Inspector Murphy
Part 2 - Training Sonya
by Neonudist

As I drove to the Miller home, Sonya was perusing through the family’s files. Out of the corner of my eye I could see file photos of the two daughters Tiffany and Lindsay, and the son Jake. The photos were the standard NiS pics taken by the school photographers, although according to NiS rules anyone is allowed to photograph the students. I have quite a collection myself, but that comes with the territory of being an NiS Inspector. The youngest daughter Lindsay’s photo was only a headshot since she was not in the program yet. However, Tiffany’s and Jake’s file pics showed them in various poses: front, rear, side, and close up photos of their genitals, breasts/nipples, butts and both teens spreading their buttcheeks for a closeup of their buttholes. I noticed Sonya spending a bit more time looking at Jake’s file and photos, but I didn’t say anything. Every job has its fringe benefits.

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, Inspector?”

I looked at the car’s clock. “We have a few minutes before arriving at the Miller’s, so we have time to talk. What’s up?”

Sonya smiled at me. “I guess the first question is why Principal Johnson thinks you’re the ‘master.’”

I laughed. “Well, it’s probably because I love my job, take it very seriously, and get the job done.”

“But what exactly do you love about it that makes it so important to you?”

I decided to utilize my Inspector persona so that Sonya would understand that I was being all-business and a professional. “We live in enlightened times, Ms. Gomez. The world still isn’t perfect, but it’s a damn sight better than it used to be. And one of the things that’s changing for the better is our society’s view of sexuality. But first, in order to answer your question, I have to ask one of my own. Ms. Gomez, I know you’re here to observe me work in order to make a report to your former high school about whether to implement the Program there. But you haven’t actually mentioned what you personally think of it. It’s not like you don’t know what the Program is all about; you just haven’t seen it in action yet. What is your uninformed opinion of NiS?”

Sonya was quiet for a second. “Well, at its core, I think the Program does have some social benefits for our children. I remember when I was in high school I was constantly judged by the clothes I wore or how my body looked. Believe it or not Inspector, but I was a lot chunkier when I was younger, and I was picked on a lot because of that. My parents also didn’t have a lot of money so my clothes mostly came from secondhand stores. I only got into college with an academic scholarship. If everyone was nude, then no one would be judged based on whether you’re wearing the newest and most expensive jeans, or cheap hand-me-downs from Goodwill. And I also think that boys would have been more attracted to my body instead of making fun of my clothes.”

I smiled. “That’s an excellent answer, Ms. Gomez. And I’m in full agreement. You see, I was raised at a nudist club when I was a kid. And the difference between that and the regular “textile” world, as we nudists call it, was immeasurable. At the club there were no judgments about anyone’s body. The kids were free to explore their sexuality in a safe and nurturing environment. All curiosities were given ample opportunity for study. Touching was absolutely mandatory. And the grownups also did their part to help the adolescents make the difficult adjustment to sexual activities in a positive, fun way. They were encouraged to watch adults in activities such as masturbation and sex, and feel free to ask questions or even participate with the adults.

“Now contrast that with the “textile” world. Pre-teens and young adults aren’t exposed to things like sex and nudity, and adults aren’t supposed to enjoy seeing teenager’s naked bodies or watching them exploring their sexuality, or God forbid teaching them about it. And anyone who does is automatically viewed as an evil person.”

Sonya frowned. “Evil? Just for admiring a beautiful naked girl or boy?”

“Exactly. Not to mention that sex, the most natural and wonderful thing God gave us, is stunted for them. They can’t experience or express their natural sexual urges, which leads to all kinds of problems down the road. That was why we finally got our shit together, pardon my French, and started the Naked in School program, both for the benefit of the youngsters as well as the adults. Now, students have the opportunity to explore their natural sexual urges and see that the nude body is a thing of beauty designed for sex. That’s why ‘reasonable requests’ are such an important part of the Program. There’s nothing I consider more important than the experience one gains from both granting and asking for a request. I grew up this way, and it’s made me the man that I am today.”

Sonya nodded. “Your club certainly sounds like an great place to grow up. And I can definitely see now why you feel the Program is important. So my second question is, what do you think your daughter’s reaction will be when you enroll her?”

I suddenly got very uncomfortable. I wasn’t aware that Sonya knew I was going to enroll Christy in the Program or her probable negative reaction to it. Principal Johnson must have told her. I wondered if Sonya was testing me for her report. Well, honesty is the best policy.

“I’m not going to lie, Ms. Gomez, my daughter Christy did not have the same upbringing as I did. Her mother was a bit more, traditional , growing up, although she fully supports me and the work I do. But Christy has always been a bit of a rebel, and between her opposition-to-parental-authority attitude and her shyness about nudity in general, we both feel that it’s for her own good to enroll her.”

“Even if it’s against her will?”

I felt like this was a make-or-break question. Everything seemed to ride on how I answered her. An unsatisfactory reply would deny an entire school – hundreds of kids - the benefits of the Program. Then I remembered something Sonya said earlier.

“Ms. Gomez, what if someone told you back when you were in high school that no one would ever make fun of you being overweight again. That boys would find you attractive and want to date you, or even make love to you. You would be the object of everyone’s attention, and that attention would be overwhelmingly positive. And all you had to do was attend school naked. But what if you didn’t like being naked precisely because you’d been picked on for so long, and that took its toll on your self-image and self-esteem? Would you let your personal demons created by other people’s foolish remarks dictate a decision that would ultimately bring you true happiness?”

Sonya gave me a stern expression. “So what you’re saying is that your daughter will initially feel like you’re trying to make her do something she doesn’t want to do, but if she looks deep within herself, she’ll realize that this experience is actually going to help her?”

I nodded sheepishly. “Well, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. But it’s my sincere hope that Christy will eventually understand and reap the same benefits that I had when I was younger. We really do have her best interests at heart.”

Then Sonya did something unexpected. She laughed out loud and pinched me on the cheek. “Relax, Inspector. I think you’re a really good dad and I’m sure you’re trying to do what’s best for your daughter. And yeah, you got me when you brought up my weight issue. I agree that a teen girl’s body image is something that can affect her for the rest of her life. Hell, I went on a crazy diet regimen in high school just to feel better about myself. And all because a bunch of jerks made fun of me just to feel better about themselves . The Program would have really helped me, and I’m sure it will help Christy.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear you say that. And thanks for the compliment about being a good dad.” Perhaps having a ‘deputy’ wasn’t going to be such a bad thing after all.

“You’re very welcome, Inspector Murphy. So tell me what my responsibilities are going to be when we get to the Miller’s.”

“It’s very simple, really. Because there are nude students at the high school all year long, at least one home schooled student must be nude at all times. In the case of a family with both a son and a daughter enrolled, like the Millers, they both must be nude, since the high school requires both a male and female student to be nude during the school year. All inspections are surprise inspections. Therefore, the inspector should always expect to see someone fully nude when he knocks, and usually they should answer the door. If the teachers at the high school are also required to participate in the Program, which ours are, then the parents must also be nude. So in the Miller’s case, when we walk through the door, Judy, Wade, Jake and Tiffany should not be wearing any clothes. Ideally, all four of them should be nude together to get the maximum benefit from the Program, but that’s not a steadfast rule. The youngest daughter Lindsay is not in the Program yet so she has no requirements, and technically we don’t have to worry about her…”

There was a ‘but’ that would have followed that sentence, and Sonya, as bright as she was, beat me to it. “But?” she said.

I gave Sonya a very serious stare. “I know Principal Johnson said she wasn’t a concern, but out of all the Miller children, I think she’ll be the most impressionable. At twelve years old, she’s right on the cusp between enjoying showing off her body, or constantly worrying what other people think of her.” Christy immediately flashed into my mind. “Contrary to what Principal Johnson thinks, I may have to make her a special case. But I’ll deal with that. As for your responsibilities, you’ll mostly be taking photo and video records of our visit, while I find out what’s going on. If the Millers are indeed out of compliance, then their home schooling license will be revoked and the children will have to attend public school, unless they can guarantee to become compliant immediately.”

Sonya gave me a puzzled look. “But how will we know that it isn’t just an empty promise and they’ll go back to being non-compliant once we leave?”

“That’s where your help will be needed, ‘deputy.’ As NiS inspectors, it’s our job to make sure non-compliant households are shown the error of their ways. I promise you, when we leave the Miller home, every single person in that house will be nude, and will stay nude. And it will all be thanks to you, me, and my Toolbox.”

“Your what ?”

I glanced toward the back seat. Sonya turned her head and saw what I was referring to. “You mean that black suitcase? Why do you call it the Toolbox?”

I grinned. “You’ll see. And so will the Millers.”

And, speak of the devil, we’d just arrived at the Miller home.


More to come in Part 3